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@push-for-me-babe
"Look, your baby's finally starting to open you up. The head's right there. It's got a lot of hair, the same colour as yours."
"C'mon, you can give me little pushes, right? Just liiittle pushes, like this- ah, ah, ah. Yeah, just like that, there we go."
"Shh, shh... It hurts, I know. But you're screaming a lot already, and you're not even crowning."
"Keep going, small pushes, ease the head out."
"It's coming out so slowly, I know. But you need to be gentle, you'll tear if you're not careful..."
"Look at that, now you're crowning! Reach down and feel how big the head is. You'll need to rest, let your body adjust."
"No, don't push- *stop* pushing, let yourself stretch... Pant like this, huff huff huff... Pant it out..."
"I know, it's so much pressure... you're still going? You need to push that bad, hm?"
"See? There's something to scream about... I said you were going to tear, and you didn't listen to me."
"But look, the head is out... I know, that hurt a lot, didn't it?"
"Listen to me now, keep pushing.. we've got to get those shoulders out."
something about giving birth in front of someone who cares deeply about me. they want nothing more than to make it better but all they can do is hold my legs apart as i scream a baby out
intimate and unassisted homebirth where the birthing person simply cannot get enough of their partner
they're overcome with sheer need, just desperate to be close as they labor, grinding down on their partner's lap and their fingers and their mouth until they physically can't anymore, whining about how full they are and how badly they need to push and that the baby is coming, its coming right now
they end up sitting right on their partner's lap, grabbing behind their knees to pull their legs up and open, bracing their feet on their partner's legs
"gonna start pushing," they groan as they curl around their heaving belly and force their hips up, giving their partner a clearer view of their bulging cunt as the crown of the head pushes outward and causes a prominent protrusion between their thighs, trembling with effort as they shriek that the head is going to come– that it hurts, that there's pressureee, that they can't. stop. pushing.
their partner begins to finger them, circling their throbbing clit and cooing softly into their ear as they talk them through it:
"good, baby. gooooood. push for me, that's it! you're really starting to open up down here. your pussy is so wet, baby, my god. this is really turning you on, huh? you're absolutely dripping. fucking soaked. fuck, such a good little breeding slut for me, aren't you? you're just so– oh, you're pushing again, hm? look at you go, pushing so fucking well for me– now push down hard. harder than that, baby, come on– you know you've got a big one in there. you know I wasn't going to leave you wanting, so you've got to really shove to get this baby out. the head is massive, but I don't need to tell you that. mmm, there you go, baby, there you go. that's right– cum on my fingers while you push them out. god, that's so good. bring your hand down, baby. feel how stretched you are. oh, its burning, hm? it seems like it. your lips are spread so wide. go on, baby, keep pushing– harder, harder. there you go, that's it, the head's out! you're so fucking sexy, baby. cannot wait to breed you again, but right now I need one last push. just oneee more."
birthing sub getting their ankles tied to the bed frame so that they're forced flat onto their back as the baby starts to crown, screaming and struggling because the position is wrong, because they can't get enough leverage to push, bearing down as hard as they can as they try to curl over their belly to shove against their womb all while pleading with their dom(me) to let them go, but the dom(me) refuses to give up watching their subs pussy bulge open, stretching little by little as the head peeks through their slit but makes essentially no progress, knowing full well that crowning could take hours this way even though they shower their sub with praise and tell them that its coming and that they simply have to push harder
Werewolf boy transforming in the moonlit woods while his massive litter of pups spill out of him, far faster and more suddenly than he could have expected. His pack is just watching him, the air tense among them… they’re all gonna fight for the next litter once he’s done.
Hot birth crowning gif
Crowning and pushing
combination of two different prompts that i lost the asks for: ["I'm feeling a lot of pressure" and/or "I feel like it's about to fall out of me" featuring clit stim?] anon and ["I feel pressure!” + “My water broke!”] anon, this is for you guys 🖤
“Another?”
“Mmhmmmmph,” I groan, bracing myself on the rim of the tub as I bear down against the heavy mass shoving through the stretched tissue of my cervix. “God, it feels like it's right there.”
I recline on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around my knee to pull it up towards my chest as I lean against the cool porcelain of the tub. Riding out the tail end of a contraction, I curl over my taut, overdue belly, and grit my teeth as I strain, working to move the massive head into my birth canal. “fffffuck, there's so much pressureeee.”
“You're doing so good, baby,” you assure me, leaning in to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You're making so much progress.”
I simply moan, rolling my head to the side as I take several deep breaths. After nearly an hour of pushing, I'm halfway inclined to assume that the baby is simply never coming out, and equally as terrified by the notion that it will. That it is. The next contraction steadily begins to build, turning my belly into a white hot vice grip as it cramps down around my spasming womb. “It's comingggg!” I shriek, feeling my cervix finally stretch around the head.
“It is!” you exclaim, reaching between my spread thighs to cup your hands around my bulging sex. “Keep pushing, baby. You're really opening up.”
“The pressure!”
You gently shush me, quietly commanding me to look at you as you brush the pad of your index finger over the hard nub of my throbbing clit. “I've got you,” you coo. “Keep focusing on me. There you go. Thaaaaat's it.”
I pant the end of the push away before immediately bearing down into another one, staring up at you with widened eyes as my hips instinctively roll forward to meet your touch. “Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”
“Better?”
“Much,” I gasp. “But there's still—hnnng, still s-so much pressure. Ooooh.”
"Use it, baby. Push for me. Let me worry about everything else.” You add a bit more pressure as you circle my clit, and my eyes flutter closed as I push down towards your touch, grinding my cunt against the palm of your hand. “You're getting so close.”
"Ohgodohgodoh—.” I cum with a choked off cry, and a significant portion of the pressure I'd been experiencing suddenly releases as my water breaks, fluid gushing out onto the floor between us. “Mmmm, there's the waters. It's coming! Holy fuck, its COMING.”
The lips of my slit begin to part, gaping open into a small ‘O’ as the head shoves its way down. My thighs shake and tremble violently as I push, throwing my head back with a shrill scream. “It's right thereeeee. Fuck, its gonna fall out of meee!”
“Breathe, baby,” you say sternly. “You need to slow down.”
I thrash my head from side to side in a steadfast, hard NO. “It BURNS.” My tissues are beginning to stretch, thin and red-hot to the touch. “Ohhh, get it out. Please get it out. The PRESSUREEEE.”
You press your fingertips into my clit, providing steady counter-pressure as the first glimpse of the baby's head begins to peak out from behind my slit. “I can see it,” you tell me, emotion shining in your voice. “You're doing such a good job, baby. Just keep using that pressure.”
My nails dig into the meat of my thigh as I pull it back, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded in the skin as I bear down hard. My other hand slips from the tub and flies down between my legs, guiding your fingers to a better spot on my clit as you hum approvingly. “Coming,” I mumble deliriously. “Coming. It's comin-oh, I'm gonna cum!”
And I do just that, pleasure washing over me from my head down to the tips of my toes. "Oh, God," I rasp, heaving to catch my breath. "It- ughhh- it's so low."
"I can see the top of the head." You beam as you press another kiss to my forehead, gently cradling my stretched out opening. "You're so close."
"But how close?" I ask, inhaling sharply as I gear up to push again.
You hesitate for a beat, eyeing the small, dime-sized patch of slimy wet hair visible between my parted lips and comparing it to the sheer mass of the head itself, bulging outwards from between my thighs. My outer labia are stretched from crease to crease, and my sex is swollen and inflamed. "Close," you finally say. "Ready to push again?"
I nod frantically as I bear down, a roar building up in my chest and throat. "Uuuuuurrrghhhhhh!" I push with every bit of my strength, skin burning bright red, and an unstoppable force (the pressure) meets a seemingly literal immovable object (the baby's head). "HHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG."
"Good! So good, baby."
"GET IT OUTTTT."
"It's coming out!"
"ffffFFFFUCKKKK!"
send me a prompt/suggestion!
Would you prefer to deliver just the head into the fabric of your leggings and panty or the entire baby?
Full leggings or shorts? With the leggings you’ll have to pull them off completely to get to the baby. With the shorts, you can reach down one leg and grab it
In stories and RP’s my go-to is just the head being delivered into leggings and then the frantic pulling down of clothing to try and make space for the rest of the baby to come. Trying to push that head out when the tight fabric of my clothing makes the process even harder, the bulge in the crotch seam getting bigger the more I bear down, the shape of an obvious head behind the fabric is perfect. That said, there is appeal with the entire baby being born into clothing, that it just couldn’t wait any longer and had to be born right then and there. Depends on the scenario and my character I think.
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Almost Made It
"This fucking snow, man!" Claire shouted, carefully navigating the van through the snail speed highway traffic while hunched over the wheel.
"Just don't push, Zack, we'll be at the hospital soon," Gus encouraged, dabbing a sweat soaked cloth on Zacks forehead.
"C-coming out, its fucking coming out! FUCK IT BURNS" Zacks voice trembled, eyes wide as his body pushed his far overdue baby through his canal. He couldn't stop it, he couldn't breathe the growing crown away. His legs couldn't stay closed anymore with the bowling ball wedged in his hips.
They should have left the dorms earlier. He should have just have left when his waters broken instead of being forced in a cramped SUV with a sea of cars in front of them and a wall of snow painting the scenary white.
He was so cavalier, so fucking confident, about being pregnant and giving birth. It would was an easy task right? No need for doctors to poke and prod him right? Even for a college student? The way his belly dropped and angled downward as 40 weeks became 41 and 42 didn't deter him. The feeling of having a head wedged so deep in his hips it flared his gait. The back pain, the oversensitive and poked out belly button, the constant writhing of movement didn't break his belief he could do it in the dorms.
Then the overwhelming pain and reality of labor came. The growing feeling of dread as his thighs were coated with his waters. The pressure that drove so deep in his pelvis that it somehow made sitting still and moving maddening.
Now, Zacks legs were spread as wide he could take them in his clothes, belly low, bare and uneven between them. The crotch of his thick, cotton-lined jeans were soaked through and the skin of his pussy was brushing against the fabric as his baby pulled him wide. It has been hours in traffic and He was doing his best to listen to Gus but the pressure — the need was telling him otherwise.
"You can do it just breathe, just keeping breathing, we're almost the-"
"SHUT UP, IM FUCKING TRYING!" Zack snapped, his fingers digging into car seat and the taut skin of his belly.
The band around Zack's belly wrapped tighter, the ring of fire grew wider and hotter.
Zacks mouth opened wide to let out a choked cry as his overdue baby surged forward with just the force of his body. The crotch of his jeans bowled outward, muddy red fluid dripped through the fabric. The pressure mounted and mounted, building upon the prolonged state of his body's resistance. The desire to give in slammed at his psyche. His stomach compressed into a tight ball of muscle as it fought against his tight jeans to pull the lips of vagina to the widest it had ever been.
"I NEED TO FUCKING PUSHAAAAUUUGH," Zack screamed, back arching, giving into his body’s demands. His hands scrambled for the waistband of his jeans to pull them down.
"W-wait!" Gus tried to stop him.
Zack only managed to get them down to his thighs but that was enough for the tight stretch of the crown released with his first push. The head and shoulders slid out of him with a flush fluid. His body recoiled into the seat as his baby shot into his pants. His ears rang and his vision distant as Gus reached into Zacks sagging jeans and pulled out a huge baby.
"You did it, Zack! You fucking did it!" Gus praised.
Zack looked down at the mess he just made of Claire's floor and his baby. His still swollen, stretch mark riddled belly heaved with his breath. His baby squirmed in the hands of Gus as he put them on his chest. Never again, he never wanted to give birth naturally again.
Zack breathed a sigh of relief just at the feeling of being empty. The placenta would be out soon enough and then he'd finally be done with this ordeal. Slight contractions were still making his stomach seize and he could feel it coming forward.
The traffic was still going at a crawl but the hospital was in sight. Zack shifted uncomfortably in his seat — a stronger contraction pushed something firm into his canal. He ignored it...then another contraction rippled through him even stronger than the previous.
"Somethings wrong...it doesn't feel right," Zack's brow furrowed as he grasped his contracting belly. The placenta was hard; it hurt him more than the head that just burst out of him. His swollen belly twisted beneath his palm. "Fucking hurting — uuuuuGGGHH!"
"What...oh fuck me," Gus muttered to himself.
Then a familiar pain spread through out his cervix until it felt like it would snap. The contractions power hiked up in intensity sending Zack into another bout of crying.
"Why! Why is this fucking happening!" Zack gripped his stomach with his free hand. "Why couldn't this be easy?!"
Gus quickly took the baby from Zack as he fell into the depths of his pain. Claire pulled the SUV into the hospital lot.
"What the hell is going on now!" Claire shouted.
"I don't know, just pull into the ER lot!" Gus wrapped the baby in a spare blanket.
Zack was once again struggling not to push. But he was wide open without the will to close his legs forcefully, he realized hours ago that that just made the pain worse.
Claire skidded the car to a halt infront of the ER and ran out the SUV to get help. Gus was trying to calm Zack down with his words to no avail.
The intense drive to push appeared in his mind again. His body forced everything down until he felt his canal filled.
"Need to push...oh my fucking God I need to push! ITS A FUCKING TWIN!" Zack shrieked as the realization hit him.
"Just hold on until the nurses get here!" Gus' head flicked back and forth between his friend and the ER doors.
Zack writhed in his seat, face red as he tried to listen. Just like before, it didn't matter if he didn't want to push, his body was doing all of the work. His hips flared, body quivering, his canal filled to the brim once more.
"It's coming out! ITS COMING OUT!" Zack head sank into the headrest, the ring of fire returned.
The ER doors burst open, a nurse and Claire ran through the snow with a wheelchair. Gus wrapped his arm under Zacks and tried to pull him out of the car. The weight of the enormous head crashed downward as Zack got lifted sending bolts of pain flashing through pussy.
"S-stop! Can't hold it in like this!" Zack begged.
Gus ignored him and kept moving his friend out of the seat. The heavy belly Zack still carried was stung by the cold as were his fluid covered thighs. Each inch Gus pulled him he could feel burn intensify and grow along with a contraction.
"C'mon we're so close!" Gus encouraged.
"Too late, its too late!" Zacks eyes went wide.
The contraction took hold at full strength and Zacks belly turned into a stress reddened ball of muscle. Zacks foot hit the snow and his mouth drew open into a screech that echoed through the hospital campus. His hand gripped the door and the other clawed into Gus' shoulder as the head and shoulders of his overdue baby fell through his stretched canal and into his soaked pants.
Zacks head rolled back, fighting unconsciousness as the nurse covered him and his newborns from the cold and lowered him into the wheelchair. As he was carted into the hospital, he vowed to never let something like this happen to him again.
grabbing the bulge of the crowning baby through the pants. reblog if you agree
Prompt: person tries to hold it in for as long as possible, but when they realize they can’t for even a second longer, ✨forced denial✨. I’m picturing bad position like pinned to their car seat by the seatbelt or another person but I’m sure anything would be phenomenal.
- Sol ✨
“I-I don't think I can hold it back any longer,” I grunt, blowing out a string of short, sharp pants as I fight against my body's natural urge to push.
“Are you feeling like you want to push?”
I sit perched up on our bed, leaning back against your chest as your legs bracket my body on either side. As my contraction builds, I inhale deeply and try to keep my mind focused on my breathing and not on the massive waves of pressure that wash over me. “It… ohhh, it's really coming. Oh God, I feel it.” My thighs tremble with effort as I squeeze them together, drawing a small, disapproving 'tsk' out of you.
I'm fighting a (rapidly) losing battle, and we both know it.
"Now, now, love. No cheating."
Your hands pry my knees apart, and I snarl and thrash in protest. The head has cleared my cervix and is sitting so low in my pelvis. Too low.
Pushing is no longer a want, but a necessity.
"Holy shit," I gasp. I understand the 'bowling ball' comparisons now– the sheer width of the head, so heavy and solid, that's beginning to grind down through my birth canal takes my breath away, and a sort of animalistic noise is all I can manage as I'm finally sucked under. The baby isn't waiting any longer. I bear down, gritting my teeth as I squeeze my eyes closed and curl over my heaving belly. "ffffuck."
"That's it," you coo into my ear. "Very good, baby. So good. You're really bulging, hm?" I nod frantically as I continue to push, my toes curling against the rumpled duvet as I try to scramble into a better position. The head is sitting right behind my furled slit, and a part of me is almost shocked that it doesn't shoot right out.
"Oh, my poor love," you continue in that soft, sweet tone, reaching down between my legs to ghost the tips of your fingers over my red-hot lips and throbbing clit. "I wish that I could do something for you. But you know that you didn't ask."
My eyes snap open, gaze frantic and wild as I watch you cup your palm over my bulging cunt. "Let it out!" I shriek, beads of cold sweat welling up on my flushed skin. "P-Please, baby. I didn't mean to!" Unable to hold back, I push again, shoving uselessly against the force of your hand. The baby squirms as the crown of the head meets your palm and lingers for a moment before it retreats back into my canal, ripping a distressed wail from my throat. "It's coming! I need it to come! Oh my God, just let it outttt. Pleasepleaseplease–."
You shush me. "Don't beg, baby," you admonish. "The rules were that you ask for permission to push, or you face the consequences. I'm afraid that these are the consequences."
Another contraction slams into me, my body desperate to expel the weight in my pelvis, and I howl as I try to get free. "Hnnnng!" A small sliver of slimy wet hair is surging forward, peaking out from behind my spread lips. "Fuck, it's right there! It's burninggg!"
"I'm sure it is, sweet thing. I can feel how open you are. Your pussy is gaping for me, all nice and slick. I bet the head would slide right out, wouldn't it?"
"Mmmph, mhmmm," I sob. "D-Dont you want that?" My hand trembles violently as I claw at the sheets. "You said you... fuck! You wanted, hoooo, to be the o-one to deliver it."
"Very true." Your voice is stern. Matter-of-fact. "But in order for that to happen, you need to be good and do what you're told."
As the vice grip of the contraction begins to release, I suck in a cleansing breath, nostrils flaring as I inhale the primal scent of sex and sweat and birth. My knees fall open a little wider, and then wider again when I hear your approving hum. "I-I need to push, baby." In comparison to yours, my voice is small and thin. "Please let me push. God, fuck, baby. Please! Please, I'm sorry."
My cunt burns, and I whine pathetically as I struggle to push the head out. No matter how hard I shove and push and struggle, the head doesn't emerge any further, making it clear that the birth (whenever it may occur) is entirely in your charge.
"Pleaseee. It burns so bad, baby! It's going to rip me apartttt!" I continue to babble, head thrashing from side to side as my desperation grows. "It's comingggg! Fuckfuckfuck, gotta push again!"
Your response consists of little more than a kiss on the top of the head. "And what do we say?"
"Holy fucking- PLEASE! Can I please push?!"
"You know," you say, staring down at my gaping cunt as it opens into more of an 'O' shape and gives a glimpse of the mass of the head slipping free from my lips, "I think we're finally starting to get somewhere."
send me a prompt/suggestion!
Prompt: "It's burns... Noooo... NnoooNooo don't touch! Don't... nghhh... touch the head."
"Baby, you have to let me help you—.”
"No," I snarl, curling over my tight belly as I pull my knee up further towards my chest. The stretch of my hips helps to open my pelvis wider as the baby's head grinds its way down, pressing low and heavy against the burning tissue of my cervix. "I can... hnnnng, I can do this!"
You take a step away from the bed, hands slightly raised in a 'you're the boss' sort of way. "You're doing really well, baby," you murmur softly, your gaze fixed between my spread thighs. "You're absolutely right. You can do this. I'm right here, okay?"
I give you a frantic nod, taking a deep breath as I center myself and prepare to push again. "God, it burns," I groan, reaching down to slide two fingers into my puffy cunt. The head is just begging to slip through my cervix, and the pressure deep, deep in my belly is unrelenting. "Ohhhh, it's starting to come. I can feel it coming down!"
"Good, baby. Keep at it."
"fffffuckohmygod!" I turn to muffle a scream into the pillows as I bear down again, straining hard to pass the gigantic width of the skull through my cervix and into my birth canal. At two weeks overdue, I know just how big the baby I'm trying to deliver is, but any and all rational thought had escaped me when I'd reached transition.
I can't think about anything other than getting it out— I'm a mere slave to primal instinct, grunting and straining as I hold my legs open, sweat pouring down my face as I hold my chin to my chest. "It's there!" I gasp out, feeling the crown brush my fingers. "Mmmm, its coming."
I pull my fingers out and grip the pillow instead as I turn onto my side, panting sharply as I feel the head gradually moving down. "C-Can you see it yet?" I ask in a hoarse voice, letting out a frustrated groan when you shake your head at me.
"But it's moving, baby," you assure me. "There's a... bulge? You can definitely see something!"
I cup my hand over said bulge, growling through gritted teeth as I push again. The head sits just behind my furled slit, pushing my outer lips and my perineum outward. "Mmmm, burnING." Fluid trickles out from my cunt, and I know the head has made its first appearance when I hear your quiet gasp.
"There it is! Oh my God, baby. You're really fucking doing it!"
I choke out a small, wet laugh as I run my finger over the small, dime sized patch of slick wet hair. "Y-Yeah. I really... I'm doing it. I'm— ohhh, here it comes again. Gonna... gonna pushhhh."
"Slow, baby. You've gotta slow down." When I show no signs of doing that, completely lost to the pain of my yawning sex and my deserpate need to push through it, you hurry over to kneel in front of me. "Don't—."
"Can't help it!" I shriek, straining to get the head to emerge even a little bit further. It remains right where it is, stretching my red-hot lips as it slips out and back in, and then out and back in and again. "It burns so fucking baddd. I just want it out!"
You hurriedly place your hand over my own and I shriek again, thrashing my head to the side. "Slow," you stress. "You're going to tear, baby!"
"I don't careeee," I howl, too far lost to the throes of birth. "It's comingggg. I can't take the burning! Ohgodohgod, head's coming OUT."
send me a prompt/suggestion!
Inspired by the Random Object Preg Anon, I decided to make my own horror pregnancy randomizer!
How to play is as follows:
Optional:
Spin to determine how many times you will spin in Step One. This will decide whether you have multiples and how many
Step One:
Spin ([x]number you spun if you opted for multiples) to determine the type of creature or entity you are pregnant with
Step Two:
Spin to determine the duration of your pregnancy
Step 3:
Spin to determine the method of birth that will conclude your pregnancy
Step 4:
Ultimately, spin to see whether or not this pregnancy is fatal
feel free to share your results!
(TBA weighting reflecting a tiered rarity list, analog version to play with your own dice)
When your partner arrives home you're squatting in the luke warm bath, draped over the rim of the tub as you ride out the contractions that are steadily bringing baby down.
You'd been in here for hours - far longer than you'd intended, actually.
The only reason you got into the tub in the first place was to alleviate some of your late pregnancy aches and pains. You hadn't expected to go into full blown labor so quickly, but the baby has slipped low in your hips while you rested in the warm water and when you went to get out you found it nigh impossible.
"What's the matter, baby?" Your partner hums softly in your ear, rubbing a hand down your tense back as your eyes roll back to look at him over your shoulder.
You take a second to answer, your voice a bit rough after hours of its only use being low grunts and groans as you'd labored.
"It's - ooh, it's time." You groan out, rocking back into your partner's hands as the familiar tightening in your core begins.
There's a soft startle in your partner's grip when the words come out of your mouth, a tremor against your back, but you're too wrapped up in the sudden sinking feeling in your hips to think about much else besides how it shoves downward and fills the space between your thighs.
The tightening of your belly is fierce, drawing up hard and tight and earning a long, low groan of urgency from you for its efforts.
You need to push.
You need to push right now.
You part your thighs even further, spreading them wide and shoving your hips back closer to your partner's hands. One hand comes up to clutch onto the wash cloth bar and the other slips into the water and clutches at your thigh.
"Oohhhhh~!" You moan out, feeling yourself stretch and widen to accommodate the changes inside your body, "It's - it's coming, I can feel it stre-stretching me!"
Your partner's hands move down from your hips to your thighs, feeling blindly under you until he successfully finds your entrance.
"Oh!" He gasps in surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heavy weight that barrelling through you pressing outward.
"What?" You grunt out in shock, too lost in the need to give birth to actually stop your body from pushing into his hands.
"You're - you're starting to bulge-" He says, his fingers feeling gently around the mass.
It burns a bit, a sharp spark of pain that causes you to whine at the intrusion, but suddenly the pressure doubles down as something insides you shifts and all you manage out is a shaky warning to your partner before you start pushing again.
"Ughhhhh fuck, babe~" You pant out, you back arching as the immense pressure grows too much, the sudden thought of feeling like a bottle about to be uncorked flitting into your mind, "I can't stop... can't stop pushhhiinnggg~"
And it's true, a sudden urgency filling you, screaming at you to strain deeply and get this baby out of you.
"Oh yeah, you're starting to open," Your partner says behind you, his fingers tracing the spreading skin of your hole, "Keep pushing baby, keep pushing."
It feels so big inside of you, the weight of it filling you to the brim and any second now you're just going to burst like a balloon.
And then, because the universe is funny like this sometimes, something does burst inside of you.
There's a brief second where the pressure dissipates, your hips dropping down at the release and your hole fluttering now that it's not being spread open.
That lasts only long enough for you to suck in a few lungfuls of air before the much bigger, much less flexible head of your baby drops down into place. You can't help the startled yelp that you let out, soaking your partner in bath water as you suddenly turn to face him.
Your hand shoots out and grabs ahold of his shoulder as you start to part around the head. He looks shocked as you squat facing him, your legs spread wide as you cling to him with one hand and cup your bulging entrance with the other.
The head wastes no time sliding through you, the mass you are cupping filling your palm almost completely as you grunt gutterally and bear down with a massive effort. It slips forward easily, spreading you into a year drop shape that has your thighs quaking in effort when you let up on your push.
You come down a bit dizzy, your head swimming from lack of oxygen and your opening stinging and burning from the stretch.
"Oh fuck-" You pant out, feeling your belly starting to tense with another contraction so quickly after the last one had let up, "Oh fuck, it's coming..."
Your head slams backward as you start pushing again, your belly drawing up tight against your frame as you start to spread even further around the coming head.
"Theresababyohfucki'mhavingababyyyyy-" You cry out desperately, your words cutting into a sharp groan as you feel yourself open into a wide, tight circle around the head.
You feel your partner's hands coming down to take over holding the head and immediately move yours to cling to his other shoulder, squaring your stance and dipping your hips low as you let out a long, low moan of urgency.
"Yeah there is, you're doing so good, love." He says as he runs his fingers over your stretched skin.
" 'm gonna... gonna crown on the next one..." You pant out, giving your partner enough time to prepare as you start to bear down and centimeter by centimeter your pushed open wider, until finally you reach the widest point. "It's gonna... ooooOOOHHHHHH~"
Your head shoots straight up when you feel yourself stretched into a perfect circle around the head, how the weight settles and how tight you've stretched and suddenly you're standing upright on shaky legs, pushing yourself desperately into your partner's hands to ease the pain.
"It's crowning!" You cry out, as if the man holding said crown between your thighs isn't aware of this. But you're far too preoccupied to be worried about the semantics of your words.
You bend your knees out awkwardly, standing wide legged and bent over your heavy middle. Your hands rest on your knees as you gasp for breath wetly, your body fighting to make sense of what it's feeling.
All too quickly the need to push comes back, and you find yourself dropping into a squat again as you feel the head start to slip through again.
"That's it, baby, that's it!" Your partner cheers over your primal noises, his hand keeping steady pressure against the crown to keep it from coming to quickly, "Push, push, push!"
"I am pushing~" You grit out, pressing your chin to your chest and bearing down, "Uhhhhh godddd~"
It's out to it's brow, the bridge of its nose, and you suck in a quick breath before doubling down on the tail end of the contraction and grunt and groan the nose out.
For a second then urge to push fades and the head hangs heavily from your hole, stuck halfway out as you whimper and shake as you adjust to the stretch.
It's not long before the urgency comes back though, your head falling back and your hands clinging to your partner's shoulders as you let out a long moan. Your body bears down without you needing to do anything, the head bulging forward once, twice, and then on the third shove down the entire head is out.
You didn't even realize you'd sunk down into a half squat, holding tight to your partner's shoulders as he holds the head in place while you catch your breath.
"Holy shit-" You pant out, bringing one hand down to feel the head that's now in the outside world, "Oh fuck, I pushed the head out."
"Yeah, yeah you did." Your partner says, sounding completely awestruck as he applies gentle counter pressure through the light contractions that are quaking through you.
You need a second to adjust, to let the contractions get stronger and the head to rotate before you push the shoulders out, so you spend a few minutes just stroking the baby's hair and touching gently at its nose and ears.
It's not too terribly long, though, before you feel the familiar tension of an oncoming contraction, and you puff out a few breaths before giving a quick push. The head starts to turn, a strange feeling that leaves you rocking your hips slightly to alleviate the pressure.
Once it's nudged firmly in place, you bear down for real and in exchange feel the heavy weight and solid form of the shoulders pushing against your hole from the inside.
They feel huge, unmanageable, and for a brief second you fear you'll be torn in two if you try to push them out.
Your body, however, doesn't get the message, and the next contraction you have is one of the most intense ones yet. Your hands go back to your partner's shoulders, using them as leverage to keep your heavy form upright as one shoulder begins to push through the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck!" You grunt out through gritted teeth as you spread wider and wider, "I'm birthing the head!"
Your hips rock wildly, your body unable to keep still as it tries desperately to escape the feeling, all the while you're still pushing on the shoulder that's exiting your body.
Your partner tries to help by hooking a finger in beside the shoulder, tugging gently at the stretching skin to get the baby out faster.
Your entire body feels like it's narrowed down to this sensation, the feeling of a vacuum pulling it your insides and a very visceral reaction that you might just be sick from how hard your straining.
"Almost there baby," He calls over your painted noises, "Come on, big push."
The shoulder slips free suddenly, leaving the weight in your pelvis disproportionate and your hole stretched so wide you don't think it could stretch anymore that it already has.
You gasp and grunt, bringing yourself down as much as you can until you're on your knees in the tub, curled over your huge belly as you bear down for the last time.
It's a massive effort, your legs spread as wide apart as they'll go and your partner leaning over the tub as the second shoulder starts to come out.
""It's coming ouuUTTTT!" You cry out, moving your hands from his shoulders to his wrists as they hover between your legs ready to catch the baby, "It's coming out of me!"
And then, as your belly draws back so you can see the outline of the muscles under the skin and accompanied by a full on bucket full of fluid, your baby is born into your partner's hands.
You take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving for breath as you hold the baby to your chest and look up at your partner.
"So, how was work?"
I feel like I'm spamming I'm sorry </3 anyway I thought of some ways to add onto your public birthing post as I'm getting off to your blog again:
Maybe you're out swimming where you can't feel your water break. You're confused when labor cramps kick in, and your body's commanding you to push. You're in a one-piece bathing suit, too—you've got limited options as to where and how this baby's getting out.
Maybe you're camping, sleeping under the stars when you wake up to a wetness pooling in your shorts. It's 3 in the morning! It's not like you're about to start waking people up over this. It's either pushing this heavy thing out quietly, or hold it for the morning. Quite frankly, I don't think either are happening.
Maybe you're at your best friend's party. They notice your face fall when you feel your water break mid-conversation. "You okay?" Everyone's keys are in a bowl inside. There are too many people for them to find their keys easily in order to bring you to the hospital. At least now everyone knows your predicament.
Have fun ;) - 🌷
It's fine!!! I love public birthing sosososo much!
I'd probably keep gaslighting myself into thinking it's just practice contractions until they'd get so bad I wouldn't be able to leave the pool. Imagine a clueless poolboy trying to help me cause he thinks I'm feeling a little unwell cause of the summer heat. But others would know better seeing my massive drooping stomach and awkward waddle. They'd know that within minutes I'll drop to my hands and knees and my body will force me to push.
Can you imagine? I'd try so hard to birth quietly, stuff any blankets into my mouth and bear down with the contractions. Only to have the humongous head of my 12lbs baby shove against my cunt. Working the head to a full crown would definitely have me shamelessly screaming!
Imagine me not wanting to ruin the party and trying to play it off as a small accident, heavily pregnant people have them all the time right? And I'd be around 43 weeks along with a baby so big most sane doctors would schedule a c-section. Everyone would keep giving me nervous glances but I'd grit my teeth and smile through the pain. Imagine finding me within a few hours in the bathroom doubled over the tub with my pants around my ankles and legs spread, my hole twitching and pulsing rhythmically with every contraction, trying to expell the head. My perineum bulging obscenely, making it obvious that the head is as big as a bowling ball and won't come easily.
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